Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms The maids come around too much Parents ain't around enough Too many joy rides in daddy's jaguar Too many white lies and white lines Super rich kids with

I don't mind Through the window into my life There's this vine trying to climb There's this wine trying to find It's way from the bottle into my mind There's a black hole pulling me in I slowly bend till I see the back of my own sins I stole my soul from

I stand and I wait in line And I wait in line With a heavy head And this bottle of wine As they steal my time But I've learned to hold my own And I watch I can't shake this feeling

And I know I'll see better days Well I know you'll see things my way It's been so long since I've been fine I'm just tryin' to see the bottom of this bottle of wine 85 miles out of Nashville, thinkin' bout The way things change Try an keep it by the